What’s under my tree?
Books.
Books to read.
And some books that I have read and will read again.
On top of the pile: A Bear Called Paddington.
My mother gave me that (now-battered, much-loved, many-times read) book for Christmas in1972.
I remember sitting under the tree, unwrapping it on Christmas morning.
I was in love the moment I saw the bear’s face.
My mother had an unerring instinct for the stories I would love, the books I needed.
So, these words today are for her and for everyone out there who puts books into young readers’ hands.
Thank you for your light.

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